The Sustain Of a Day

The symphonious wringing of wiring;

Loud inside the lamppost shells,

Accompanied by a harmonious hum

Of wind whooshing,

Rushing through the reeds

Of ladders,

Atop the white transit vans:

Speeding home and sputtering off,

The dust of a day.

The bass of piston and petrol drum,

Sits beneath the beauteous cacophony,

The wringing wiring and harmonious hum:

This moment the world,

Singing such a perfect song;

For a day that is almost done.

This music so sweetly sounded

On a blustery early Autumn eve,

In front of a setting Summer sun.

My heart floats so light,

And calling loud, begs the encore;

'Play on, play on.'